The Bible, Not Bible-Thumping

It should come as no surprise to anyone who teaches literature that a good background in the Bible is really helpful for students. So much of Western literature derives influence from the Bible, whether through symbolism or allusion. As a teacher in the South, I never worried about bringing up the Bible in class when an author clearly referred to it. I have been known to find the reference and read that, too. I think that’s just good teaching. It is nice to work at a school where students are taught Tanakh (the Torah plus other books that make up the Christian Old Testament) and also Rabbinic literature. They know much more than any other students I’ve taught, and they pick up Biblical references. Therefore, “Call me Ishmael” means something to them, and I don’t have to spend a lot of time explaining it. I agree that studying the Bible as the most influential source for so much Western canon is a good idea, but I understand why it makes people nervous. There is a fine line to be walked. Oddly enough, my students are fairly well-versed in New Testament, having studied it in middle school, and I rarely have to describe references to the New Testament in great detail.

I think what people fear about the Bible is directly related to idiots like Republican Alabama State Representative Gerald Allen, who tried to push through a bill to ban books written by homosexuals or that have homosexual characters from public schools.

What that meant was no Tennessee Williams — The Glass Menagerie is a staple of American literature curricula across the country. It meant no Truman Capote. By extension, does that mean he might have banned To Kill a Mockingbird, as Dill was based on Harper Lee’s childhood friend Truman Capote? The Color Purple would have been gone. He even went after some of Shakespeare before backing down and allowing “classics” to be exempt, although the article’s author maintains Allen couldn’t define what a classic was.

Librarian Donna Schremser sums it up perfectly: “[T]he idea that we would have a pristine collection that represents one political view, one religious view, that’s not a library.”

Thank God for absenteeism:

When the time for the vote in the legislature came there were not enough state legislators present for the vote, so the measure died automatically.

Let’s hope it stays dead, for the good of Alabama’s schoolchildren.

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Outside, or Here Be Dragons

In times past, when mapmakers drew their maps, they placed the cryptic warning “Here Be Dragons” for placed on the edge of the known world. The message was clear: Go past this line on the map at your own risk, and don’t say we didn’t warn you.

The very first dystopic novel I ever read was called Outside. After about fifteen minutes of searching on the WWW (yet another reason why the Internet is the coolest invention in my lifetime — thanks, Al Gore!), I discovered it was written by Andre Norton. Andre Norton, who also wrote as Andrew North, was a prolific science fiction writer. She was born Alice Mary Norton, and I can only imagine she used a male pen name because she wanted to be taken seriously in the predominantly male sci-fi establishment. I have been thinking about this book a little bit lately. Ironically, Norton died just last month. Sometimes I wonder about the way brain waves work.

Outside really appealed to me. I must have read it more than 20 years ago. I distinctly remember pulling it off the library shelf. Our library in Aurora divided the “Juvenile” section into three groups: J1 was picture books; J2 was early chapter books like Judy Blume or Beverly Cleary; J3 was the young adult novels. The blurb at Amazon says that this book was at reading age level 9-12, but my memory puts this book in the J3 section. Maybe it was. I suppose that isn’t really important. I remember being intrigued by the cover. If I recall correctly, there was a girl cast in a bluish light with a bleak city surrounded by walls in the background. I can’t confirm this, because I can’t find a picture of the cover online. I can’t remember anymore what the teaser inside the library dust cover said about the book, but Amazon says:

A young girl determines to find out what is “outside” the sealed off city in which she’s always lived but discovers that the only way she can get out is with the help of a mysterious rhyming man.

I remember really liking the book, but at the same time, thinking it was “weird.” That’s sort of the definition of dystopic fiction, isn’t it? I gather that Outside is difficult to find, now. That’s no surprise, given that it was published in 1974. I shouldn’t wonder if I could no longer find it in the Central Branch of the Aurora Public Library, even if I were able to go there to look.

Since then, I’ve read more dystopic novels. There are a few I am ashamed to admit I haven’t read yet; Brave New World and 1984 are the chief ones about which I’m embarrassed. However, I can recommend some very good ones, if you are interested (coupled with blurbs from Amazon, because I am feeling too tired to come up with my own).

  • Fahrenheit 451:

    In Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury’s classic, frightening vision of the future, firemen don’t put out fires–they start them in order to burn books. Bradbury’s vividly painted society holds up the appearance of happiness as the highest goal–a place where trivial information is good, and knowledge and ideas are bad. Fire Captain Beatty explains it this way, “Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs…. Don’t give them slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.”

    Guy Montag is a book-burning fireman undergoing a crisis of faith. His wife spends all day with her television “family,” imploring Montag to work harder so that they can afford a fourth TV wall. Their dull, empty life sharply contrasts with that of his next-door neighbor Clarisse, a young girl thrilled by the ideas in books, and more interested in what she can see in the world around her than in the mindless chatter of the tube. When Clarisse disappears mysteriously, Montag is moved to make some changes, and starts hiding books in his home. Eventually, his wife turns him in, and he must answer the call to burn his secret cache of books. After fleeing to avoid arrest, Montag winds up joining an outlaw band of scholars who keep the contents of books in their heads, waiting for the time society will once again need the wisdom of literature.

  • The Giver:

    In a world with no poverty, no crime, no sickness and no unemployment, and where every family is happy, 12-year-old Jonas is chosen to be the community’s Receiver of Memories. Under the tutelage of the Elders and an old man known as the Giver, he discovers the disturbing truth about his utopian world and struggles against the weight of its hypocrisy.

  • The Handmaid’s Tale:

    In the world of the near future, who will control women’s bodies?

    Offred is a Handmaid in the Republic of Gilead. She may leave the home of the Commander and his wife once a day to walk to food markets whose signs are now pictures instead of words because women are no longer allowed to read. She must lie on her back once a month and pray that the Commander makes her pregnant, because in an age of declining births, Offred and the other Handmaids are only valued if their ovaries are viable.

    Offred can remember the days before, when she lived and made love with her husband Luke; when she played with and protected her daughter; when she had a job, money of her own, and access to knowledge. But all of that is gone now….

    Funny, unexpected, horrifying, and altogether convincing, The Handmaid’s Tale is at once scathing satire, dire warning, and tour de force.

  • The Lord of the Flies:

    William Golding’s classic tale about a group of English schoolboys who are plane-wrecked on a deserted island is just as chilling and relevant today as when it was first published in 1954. At first, the stranded boys cooperate, attempting to gather food, make shelters, and maintain signal fires. Overseeing their efforts are Ralph, “the boy with fair hair,” and Piggy, Ralph’s chubby, wisdom-dispensing sidekick whose thick spectacles come in handy for lighting fires. Although Ralph tries to impose order and delegate responsibility, there are many in their number who would rather swim, play, or hunt the island’s wild pig population. Soon Ralph’s rules are being ignored or challenged outright. His fiercest antagonist is Jack, the redheaded leader of the pig hunters, who manages to lure away many of the boys to join his band of painted savages. The situation deteriorates as the trappings of civilization continue to fall away, until Ralph discovers that instead of being hunters, he and Piggy have become the hunted: “He forgot his words, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear on flying feet.” Golding’s gripping novel explores the boundary between human reason and animal instinct, all on the brutal playing field of adolescent competition.

Finally, I will end with a link to Kurt Vonnegut’s short story “Harrison Bergeron,” a classic of the genre.

Leave your own recommendations for me in the comments.

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face for ever. — George Orwell

Cheers!

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I’m Giving Up on Blackwood Farm

I’m giving up on Blackwood Farm. Yet another Anne Rice book that seems to be all exposition. Why? The most fundamental rule of creative writing is “show don’t tell.” I will always maintain that Interview With the Vampire and The Vampire Lestat were great. I liked The Tale of the Body Thief, too, but dammit, I’m not trying anymore. I give up on you, Anne Rice.

In other news, I did get BookQueueToo working. Actually, I didn’t. My host did. You know, they don’t suck. I thought they did after the debacle in August, but I’ve changed my mind. In general, they respond pretty quickly to help requests. They got Storable Perl loaded for me and now they have installed XML::Parser in the right spot. I can’t complain about them anymore. On the other hand, they never did figure out how to configure the MIME type to display CSS, but that’s OK, since I found a workaround.

What does all of this mean to you? Well, since I put Cane River back on the nightstand (and may or may not pick it back up again) and gave up on Blackwood Farm, it means you didn’t know what I was reading, and I know it was agonizing for you me. Now we’re all updated and life is grand. I sure do wish I could get into Cane River. I think it might be a good payoff. I can’t figure out why I can’t get into it.

I teach American Literature. I have a list of essential American novels that you must read, ranked in no particular order (except somewhat chronological). I purposely didn’t include drama or poetry. I didn’t link them, but they should be easy enough to find at Amazon or Barnes and Noble online or in your favorite bookstore. You can add your own favorites in comments.

  • The Scarlet Letter
  • The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
  • The Awakening
  • The Age of Innocence
  • Ethan Frome
  • The Great Gatsby
  • A Farewell to Arms
  • The Sun Also Rises
  • The Sound and the Fury
  • Their Eyes Were Watching God
  • Of Mice and Men
  • Fahrenheit 451
  • To Kill a Mockingbird
  • The Color Purple
  • Beloved
  • The Poisonwood Bible

For what it’s worth, I ran across this. I don’t know about the veracity of the statement that any such survey of college professors was taken, but if you want to be as well-educated as they hope the average college freshman is, have at that list. I haven’t read a great deal of it. The website’s author misspelled Edgar Allan Poe’s name, which is a pet peeve of mine. this list is better.

I’m very glad tomorrow is Friday. Long week. Don’t ask.

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MT Amazon and BookQueueToo

MT Amazon and BookQueueToo are not playing nicely with the rest of my MT setup. I keep getting this error when I try to access my BookQueueToo plugin to update:

Can’t locate XML/Parser.pm in @INC (@INC contains: blah, blah, blah…)

I have been trying to figure out what the problem is. It seems like a bug in MT Amazon, which hasn’t been updated in ages. Makes sense it wouldn’t play friendly with updated version of MT. I have been getting errors in my Activity Log ever since I installed both plugins, but they always seemed to work anyway.

Does anyone out there know what is going on with this? The MT forums are apparently not the best place to go. I’ve been ignored there. I am not savvy enough to figure this out, and I don’t want to simply delete these plugins. I would have to do a lot of work to keep up with my books.

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What Haven’t You Read?

It would appear from the silence emanating from my trivia question that no one has read The Sun Also Rises. That means you suck.

There’s a thread over at Tingle Alley discussing this very thing. Shocking revelations! Someone has read no Faulkner? No Flannery O’Connor? No Great Gatsby?

I confessed that until this year, I hadn’t read The Awakening, Beloved, or Their Eyes Were Watching God. I still haven’t read any Vonnegut novels. I need to read more Faulkner and Fitzgerald than I have. I haven’t read Moby-Dick (just lots of really good plot summaries and films). I never finished The Grapes of Wrath. I haven’t read Of Mice and Men. I haven’t read A Farewell to Arms.

I really suck.

What haven’t you read?

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The Handmaid’s Tale

Last night I completed Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale, a dystopic vision of America’s near future as governed by the religious right. Some time in the 1980s, I suppose, “feminist” became a dirty word. It is an insult, spat with the same venom as “liberal.” It is no surprise that Atwood’s novel was published, then, in the 1980s, during the Reagan-era bashing of both feminists and liberals.

According to Webster’s, feminism is “the theory of the political, economic, and social equality of the sexes” and “organized activity on behalf of women’s rights and interests.” I am a feminist. I think a great many people today are misinformed about what feminism really means. They will say they believe in gender equality, but they are not feminists. What’s the difference? It’s a matter of connotation.

The Handmaid’s Tale centers around Offred, a handmaid in the near future after ecological disaster has decreased fertility among women and viability among infants. Offred has viable ovaries, so she, along with her fellow handmaids, have been given the task of producing children. In fact, their lives depend on it. Political disaster occurs when the president is assassinated and Congress is slaughtered in a rain of machine-gunfire. The Constitution is suspended. In a cashless society, it is easy to cut women off from their money. The way Offred tells the tale, it seems as though freedoms eroded bit by bit. One day, she turned around, and she was divested of all her rights. She no longer lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA, but in the Republic of Gilead. And there is no balm in Gilead.

I find it very ironic that Atwood chose to set her story in Cambridge, a city known for its liberal views — so much so, in fact, that it is often known as the “People’s Republic of Cambridge.” Atwood seems to be saying that the events in her book could happen anywhere — even in one of the major strongholds of liberalism. In her novel, Harvard ceases to be a university and becomes the headquarters for the Eyes, the (of course) omnipresent force of spies that keep the citizens of Gilead in line… or else they wind up hanging from hooks on the wall by Harvard Yard. During my recent trip to Boston, I walked along Massachusetts Avenue, right by that wall. I didn’t go inside the campus, but one of my students did. She made a very interesting observation — moreso to me now that I’ve read this book. She said once you go behind that wall, it is quiet. You can’t hear the traffic flying by on the other side of the wall. What an ideal setting for Atwood’s Eyes.

The title of The Handmaid’s Tale hearkens back to Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales. I think that is appropriate. In some ways, Chaucer was attacking his own society’s views through humor, and Offred’s “gallows humor” contributes much to the book’s success. I found her to be a very human character. She does not always make admirable choices, but she makes believable ones. She is not an epic heroine, but rather a woman living under extraordinary circumstances.

If Atwood is not quite fair to the religious right in America, one cannot deny that there are women in this world who live very much like the characters in this novel. I do not think most people in the religious right, especially women, would like to live like Atwood’s characters. However, I think this novel serves as fair warning to the Phyllis Schlaflys of the world. Atwood does not limit her critique to the religious right. She also takes feminists to task for their staunch opposition to pornography. Atwood insinuates that it is dangerous to censor such material, regardless of our thoughts on the issue.

This novel was frightening. As I read, I was not so much scared that this will one day happen in America. What really scared me is that it is happening in many parts of the world, right now, as I write this. I don’t know what can be done to change that, but I think we need to try.

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The Awakening

Oh, dear reader, I have been remiss. I didn’t post my review of Kate Chopin’s classic short novel, The Awakening as soon as I was finished, and I need to update my bookshelf.

The Awakening was difficult for me to read. It wasn’t that I found it over my head conceptually — it was just hard for me to watch Edna Pontellier’s downward spiral. She wanted so badly to be a free spirit, but she was doomed before she ever began. A society bent on conformity was not her only obstacle — she also faced her own inability to truly see what she needed to be in order to be free of contraint. She needed to become Mademoiselle Reisz.

I recently taught this novel, and I found myself steering towards a feminist critic’s take on it. I think it might be the best analysis of the novel. Three men in Edna’s life seek to possess her for different purposes. Her husband, Léonce, wants a submissive, conventional wife and mother to tend to his house and children. Alcée Arobin is after another notch on his bedpost. I think perhaps Robert Lebrun is the most dangerous of all — he wants Edna, but he is not willing to defy convention to be with her. He toys with her feelings and controls her more than her husband or lover, Arobin, ever do. It is when Edna sees that even true love is not enough to move Robert against society that she succumbs to the seduction of the sea and drowns herself. Don’t hate me because I gave away the ending. It was known to me the entire time I read the book and did not lessen my appreciation of the book.

The Awakening is a very quick read. My copy was only about 100 pages. I felt Chopin’s character development was an achievement. The characters were realistic. Edna is very flawed, but Chopin presents her just as we might see her with no editorial lens on the part of the author skewing our vision. I felt her description was especially vivid. I had a clear picture of Grande Isle and old New Orleans as I read. There are so many levels to this book, and I think it still speaks to the ways in which we constrain ourselves, whether society is really at fault or not. I was reminded of Edith Wharton’s The Age of Innocence, which is another favorite of mine.

I don’t know how I went 33 years before reading this book, but I’m glad I didn’t go any longer. You shouldn’t either.

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Heart of Darkness

Several years ago at an NCTE convention in Nashville, a group of English teachers from Florida (I think) presented their instructional idea — combine the study of a great work of literature with modern music. Students were asked to find songs that evoked the theme of the novels they read. I thought it appropriate for instance, that one student chose Alanis Morissette’s “Uninvited” to demonstrate one of the themes in The Great Gatsby. What really struck me, however, was the song chosen to thematically represent Heart of Darkness: “Head Like a Hole” by NIN. Here are the lyrics in case you need a refresher. If you need to go read them, do so, then hurry back.

The last line of that song is left off the lyric transcription: You know what you are. I really think that line matches Kurtz’s famous last words: “The horror! The horror!” The horror, to me, is the mirror held up to one’s face — knowing the evil that is in man, and knowing you are part of that evil, if not all of it. You know what you are.

There is a steady ostinato of dread that underlies the short novel. It is a primal drumbeat. As Marlow travels down the Congo toward Kurtz, you begin to feel this pulse — this heartbeat. It is the heart of darkness.

This heartbeat is also a thread of suspense. As Steve mentioned just now as we discussed the novel, it is similar to Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart” that way. The heart of darkness is the very center of Africa, but it is also the very center of a black soul. I think you can read “The Tell-Tale Heart” that way, too. Heart of Darkness might be the best example of the use of foreshadowing I’ve seen.

I first read this short novel in my freshman year of college. Actually I think I skipped around a bit. I didn’t get it. I didn’t understand it, then. I don’t think I was ready. I am so glad Randal let me borrow a copy. His students are either reading it now or just finished, and maybe I can discuss it with some of them. So, yes, 14 years later, I picked up this book again, and I was ready for it. I wish I could write like Conrad. Really.

The book is rich in vivid details. I could clearly see the characters and scenes. Marlow sounded an awful lot like Alan Rickman, sitting in darkness on the Nellie. As I pictured it, I could see only his hand, rested on his bent knee, and his leg extending into his worn black boot, all barely discernible in a shaft of weak light. Occasionally as he told his story, his head would turn to the side, and I saw the outline of his face. That is how Conrad so clearly painted the setting for me.

“Head Like a Hole” is a perfect illustration of this ostinato of dread I mentioned — the repetitive lyrics, the madness in Trent Reznor’s voice. The kid that made that connection was brilliant.

All that said, this book is difficult. I can’t recommend it for those who are not ready, for they wouldn’t appreciate it. And I can’t define “ready” for you either. Like Marlow, I am left, in the end, to ponder, to question, to wonder. That ostinato is never resolved. It only gradually fades to silence, but I can still feel it — I don’t know how. Maybe because it is my own heartbeat.

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How to Read Literature Like a Professor

In his relatively short and very readable How to Read Literature Like a Professor, Thomas C. Foster seeks to teach readers how to “unlock” literature. I think I would have benefitted a great deal from a professor like Foster. I have learned how to read deeply with years of practice, which is what he says one needs, but the journey might have been easier if I’d had this book along.

Foster’s writing style is witty and engaging. The title of this book might scream dry, boring, and difficult, but it’s exactly the opposite. In fact, it is one of the more accessible books about reading literature that I’ve read. It may be the only accessible book about reading literature that I’ve read, for that matter.

How to Read Literature Like a Professor comes complete with a list of recommended reading in the appendix. In fact, I plan to read as many of his recommendations as possible, since his use of these works as examples has me itching to try out my new skills. It is constructed in such a way that the reader can dash off a chapter here and there without much of a time commitment. Most of all, there is confirmation that I’m doing something right in the classroom, and I plan to use some of his arguments when my own students insist I am manufacturing symbols where they don’t exist. I recommend this book highly if you are looking to expand your enjoyment of literature or if you just want to learn a little bit about more about great works of literature.

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Bookshelf

Using Book Queue Too, I created a Bookshelf page. All of the books I’ve read and reviewed are on the page, as are my current reading selections. I haven’t added the items on my “to read” list yet, but that will come soon. If you like the book reviews, this page collects them a bit more conveniently than does the “Books” category archive, in which I also have writing about books in general and authors — not just reviews. You can permanently access it by clicking on the Bookshelf link under “About” in the sidebar.

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